All language subtitles for Mammals.S01E03

Grief is slippery.

It comes at us in many disguises.

For instance,
when we experience a loss,

it feels a little bit like a betrayal.

Would you agree, Amandine?

A betrayal?

Uh…

- Hmm…
- Jamie?

Would you say
you feel a little bit betrayed?

Sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.
I have to… I have to get this.

I'm so sorry.

Hey, mate.
Hey, how did you get on?

D'you get the truffles?

Savinis?

Okay. Just keep trying.

All right. Best you can.

Yeah. Brigsie, I gotta go.

Okay. See you, mate. Bye. Bye.

I'm so sorry.
What were you saying?

I'm just under
a bit of pressure at work at the minute.

You know, we open tonight
and the rooms aren't ready.

There's mistakes
all over the a la carte menu.

We're trying to find
these particular truffles.

- They're called Savinis.
- So this isn't a priority for you?

Of course, it is.

May I ask you a question, Jamie?

Do you sometimes worry
you're not good enough for Amandine?

What time
did you get home from the concert?

It was around 9:30.

- And the babysitter was here?
- Yes. Rachel.

So I paid her

and then I went through there
to work on the dessert menu.

I'm a chef.

I'm actually opening
my first restaurant tonight.

So, yeah, I was through there,
in the kitchen.

And you didn't hear anything?

I was wearing headphones.

Whenever I work on my menus,

I always listen to music.

- How much was it worth?
- The violin or the Xbox?

Sorry. That's…

I'm a little bit shook up,
to be honest.

- We've never been robbed before.
- It's not a robbery.

Sorry?

It's not a robbery.
It's a burglary.

Right.

It's a good workhorse, basic.

It's not a patch
on the Rastelli, obviously,

but it's a solid tool.

It's our bestseller.

How much is… How much is it?

Well, that particular one…

Thank you so, so much.

What, so they just smashed
the window and took it?

And the Xbox.

Ammy says
there was blood on the pane.

Maybe, you know,
the police can get a DNA match for that.

Firstly, I don't think
the Met keep the DNA samples

of all the window-breakers
around London.

And, secondly, it's not Ammy.
It's never been Ammy.

It's Amandine.

Taxi!

Listen, it's going to be all right, okay?

- Uh-hmm.
- We're here for you.

Thanks.

Thank you for today.
It's been a great help. Thank you.

You cut yourself.

What?

Plaster on your hand.
You cut yourself.

I'm a chef, mate, yeah?

Look at that. Look at that.

Look at that.
We cut ourselves all the time, okay?

Yeah, well, call today a favour, yeah?

Ammy, I'll see you at the opening tonight.

Take us to the Strand please, mate.
Thank you.

- It's a sign.
- What is?

- The robbery.
- It's a burglary.

I mean, who knew it was there?
Someone breaks in and takes a violin.

- And the Xbox.
- Fuck the Xbox!

You care about a fucking Xbox?
What's wrong with you?

- You know, stop the cab.
- What do you mean stop the cab? What?

- Are you… I'm running late.

Amandine, I don't have time.
Where are you going now?

I don't want this fucking
cheap fucking piece of shit.

Hey. It's a solid tool.

- Where are you going?
- Just go. Go. Go.

- Now, wait, Amandine. Wait.

Fuck!

Fucking hell.

Mrs. Wilson.

Nothing to report?

Sorry. What?

Stack.

Right. Of course. No, no, no.

Did it, um, I dunno… did it get…

a good burial?

Burial?

Him's dog food.

I picked him up.
I ground him up.

Feed him to the hounds.

Well, best be off.

Yeah, I'm sorry, mate.

- I know they were the ones you wanted.
- Forget the Savinis, okay?

Just send someone to Harrods
and just get the best ones you can.

And call an engineer about the extractor.

All right.

For fuck's sake.

- Do you play?
- Sorry?

- The violin?
- Oh. What? This? No.

This is… No. This is my Tommy gun.

You know,
just in case this all turns nasty.

- It's…
- What's a Orecchiette Tartufate?

Oh, orecchiette.

It means… in Italian,
it means little ear.

It's a Southern Italian durum wheat,

eggless pasta
tossed with cremini mushrooms,

asparagus, Parmigiano-Reggiano,

and finished with truffle oil,
truffle cream, and shaved truffles.

Oh, Sherry to mouth,
please stop watering

- Mark and I went

on this truffle hunt in Tuscany last year.

They're not Savinis, are they?

- Savinis are the god of truffles.
- Sounds amazing.

Ten points for Mrs. Claire.

Um, so the business accounts?

- Yes.
- They're rather low.

Well, you know,
Savinis aren't cheap.

Brigsie, the truffles,
they've got to be Savinis, all right?

We have to… Taxi!
Call everyone, okay?

Just call around.
Call everyone you know. All right.

Okay. Hey, mate.

Ow! Mummy!

Greta?

- What's the matter, darling?
- There's something in my foot.

What is it? Let's see.
Oh. Oh, that looks painful.

Okay. Okay. Let's go take care of it.

Come on. Oh.

- Ow.
- There.

Hmm.

Above all, Coco longed to be free.

Free from the responsibilities
that dragged other women down,

the drudgery of motherhood,
the day-to-day loveless tedium.

Coco said that a girl
should only be two things,

who and what she wants.

Lue?

What?

What's wrong?
What's happened?

No, nothing's wrong.

Nothing's happened.

It's just…

The last time I got back,
you weren't there.

Oh.

Yeah. I went for a walk, so.

Yeah, but the kids were on their own.

They were asleep and I locked up.

Yeah, but they were alone.

- Can I get you some snacks?

- Um, no. We're saving ourselves…
- Can I get a Guinness please?

Mmm. They're amazing.

They're not Savinis but…

I know they're not.

It's just that it says
Savinis on the menu.

- Just use these.
- Yeah?

Um…

No one will know.

- Yeah.
- They're the Savinis.

- These are the Savinis.
- Now.

On it.

Okay.

Okay. And Becks,
put Vogue on table eight, okay?

And then the Times
and Money Fair on seven and nine.

And then tables 14, 17,
and 16. That's dirty.

So why did you marry him?

- It doesn't make sense.
- Why not?

Well, I don't know him,
but you're amazing.

You could have anyone.

And then as soon as they're ready,
straight out. Just… Okay?

- Clive.
- Jamie.

Maggie. Welcome.

- What's good, Buckingham?
- Nothing. Genuinely.

Absolutely nothing.
Though the kebab shop three doors down?

Phenomenal.
Bless you for being here.

Ah, Sherry, Claire, how are you?

I hear you've got
Tuscan truffles, Savinis no less.

Yeah. Well, you let me know
how you get on, all right?

Thank you for everything.

Mum. Bless you.

Dad.

- Thanks for being here, buddy.
- Mate. Smash it.

- Right.
- Thanks for making the effort, all right.

- You? Look at you.
- You.

- You, I absolutely…
- Good luck, Jamie.

Oh, we're gonna need it.

Daniel, hey. How are you?
Nice to see you.

- Who's this?
- J-Dog, this is

my beautiful fiancée, Bree.

Bree, this is our maestro, Jamie.

- This is so exciting.
- Is it? Not for me.

Look at that. Actual shaking.
You want a quick tip, Bree?

Go for the rack of lamb, provincial leeks.

Promise you'll love it.
Dan, would I be able to talk to you

just for a couple of minutes?
Is that okay?

- Really quick. Apologies. Thank you.
- Yeah. Yeah. Absolutely.

- Hey, mate.
- 'Sup.

Look, I just wanna say I'm sorry
if I got a bit mincy this morning.

I didn't… look, and thank you.

Thank you for everything you've done
for Amandine these past couple of weeks.

From the bottom of my heart,
I mean it. Thank you.

You know, I worked in a kitchen once.

Gapierre Hotel in Hatfield,

and I remember that
when someone cuts themselves,

the plasters are always blue.

What?

In case it falls in the food.

See, they are very few blue foods.

And I Googled it.

Not only am I right,
it turns out it's the law.

Food Safety Act 1990.

Shock it to 'em, J-Dog.

Ah, Fabrice.
I can't hear anything.

Jean Claude. Welcome. Welcome.

Bless you for coming.

Ah, Beatrice, you look extraordinary.

Jamie.

I hear there's been a burglary.

Uh, yes, unfortunately. Yeah.

- You were there?
- I was.

- And you did nothing?
- Mama!

No. Uh, no, please.
You are absolutely right, Beatrice.

You are. I was there.

I was there and I cannot apologise enough.

I should have done more.
I should have done better.

I should have done much,
much better.

No. No. Don't listen to her.

Fucking kill it, Jamie.

Push service. I need focus here.

- Fuck me.
- It's the extractor.

Yeah. You know what they say,
if you can't stand the heat, wait.

- All right. Go, go, go.
- Not yet.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Wait. You're sweating
all over the plates. Put it back.

- Sorry, Chef.
- Go outside. Get some air.

- Becks, find someone else.
- On it.

Where's Becks?

- I fucking said to get this done.
- I know.

- Get it fucking fixed.
- What's wrong?

Nothing. I don't see nothing.
Go back down.

- The handle's broken.
- I don't know.

- We can get one from a car.
- Not too big. Hold that.

Here you go.

Okay.

Okay.

Just a sec.

Now.

That should buy you about an hour.

Thanks.

Oh, by the way, the clams
are fucking awesome.

- They're sea snails, so…
- Oh. See?

What do I know?
See you down there.

Where have you been?

On the roof.

You… Your stockings have gone.

Oh, yeah.

I was fucking the chef, so…

- Oh, were you?
- Uh-hmm. French. Really nice cock.

- On the roof?
- Uh-hmm.

Order up, Gio.
One pineapple, one panna cotta,

one shortbread.

The Savinis, the absolute god of truffles.

Mmm.

Don't stop. Don't stop.

Don't stop.

Fuck me, you moppet.

What are you doing? Don't stop.
Why are you stopping?

- What did you just say?
- Nothing.

What? Nothing.

Did you… you call me a moppet?

No, I didn't.

I didn't.

No. I heard you just say,
"Fuck me, you moppet."

- I didn't.
- You did.

- Why moppet?
- This is ridiculous.

No. Answer the question.

- Why did you call me a moppet?
- All right. Okay.

- Oh, I see.
- It slipped out.

- So you did.
- For fuck's sake, Jeff.

I'm a moppet. We're having sex
and you're… you're thinking moppet.

- You call me names.
- When?

Uh, last Christmas.

Once, by our bedroom,
you called me a bitch.

- What? That's different.
- How is it different?

Is that what you think of me, a moppet?

- You're being a moppet right now.
- Oh, I don't believe this.

Well, believe it.

I'm a moppet?

Fucking moppet?

This is the last shake, guys.
It's so good. We're so close.

- Amazing tonight.
- Yes.

- Fantastic work.
- This is it.

So close.
Everyone's earned a drink.

Whoo!

There is…

one knows not
what sweet mystery about the sea.

Whose gently awful stirring seem
to speak of some hidden soul beneath.

This restaurant is your dream.

And you named it after me.

I will never forget it.

Thanks.

Amandine.

And that is a wrap.
Congratulations, boss.

Everyone's waiting.

The chef is on his way, guys.

Congratulations.

Stop. Please.

Sit down. Sit down, please.

When I was four…

I'm very sorry.

…I made my mum, right there…

I made her tea and toast in bed.

And the tea was cold,
mostly milk, and the toast was burnt.

But she said it was the best tea
and toast that she had ever had.

And so, mum,
this is all your fault. This is.

But the photo you can see there
behind the bar,

- the picture, that's not my mum.
- Oh, thank God.

Uh, that…

That is Amandine.

My wife.

See, there's-- there's two Amandines

and, uh… both are demanding.

Both require great,

great care and attention.

Both are…

Amandine said to me
the other day…

just the other day, didn't you,
Amandine said, um…

Amandine said that life
is about finding your passion.

And I believe that. I do.

I believe that.
And I met…

I met someone recently.

Dave.

Dave's an accountant

but his passion is salsa.

And then there's Jason.

Jason is a commercial's…
Jason was a commercial's director

and he loved motorbikes.

And then there's Paul.

I don't know who Paul is.

Amandine does.

See, what these three men don't know

is they share another passion.

Because the difference
between Amandine the restaurant

and Amandine my wife

is that Amandine the restaurant

isn't fucking three other men
behind my back.

I love you, my darling.

This is all for you.